What has occurred since my previous article in 1886 is certainly strange.

I have just read in the paper that my bitterest foe, who in 1884 convened an assembly in Stockholm with the aim of having me banned and thrown into prison, has himself been locked up in this very same prison for forgery. Who would have believed then that this man, a member of the higher chamber, a consul-general, knight, and plutocrat, a religious man, a prophet and conservative demagogue, as well as a friend of the king and queen, who would have believed that he was destined for the country's principal prison? No one!

And of the six women who represented the myopic opposition to the publication of my findings on the woman question, not one has survived their defeat. One actually took her own life, two are dead in mysterious circumstances, two perished in a violent frenzy and complete idiocy; the sixth, who travelled around giving lectures on morality and attacking me, is living in enforced exile, accused of playing around with young girls.

Furthermore, the literary head of the enemy camp has been compromised in unsound commercial transactions. Likewise the editor-in-chief of the official newspaper. The whole band has been dispersed, drowned in darkness and oblivion.

Actually, I find it frightening! May the same thing not happen to me! I am on the verge of succumbing to the old, superstitious belief in Nemesis.